C1131 Near mastery

The water of the River Styx bubbled and boiled. Zhongli Mei's departure had also carried away all the hope of the Lost Mountain.

This man who had once been valiant and proud, proud and unparalleled among his generation, finally grew tired. Time had drawn many scars on his face, and his gaze was already cloudy to the extreme.

Li Yi grieved and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Father